Afraid (L.S.)

Prologue

When I was younger, I watched my mother crumble with the death of my birth father, drinking for days at a time with a small child laying at home, crying for his mum.

She left me to face an entire world by myself. She didn't see my moving up ceremony in preschool, she didn't hear me read a book out loud for the first time, she was just gone.

I didn't cry when she left me alone anymore, I just sat straight up in my seat, watching as the rest of the parents kissed and hugged their children goodbye.

I became a stubborn ass, with walls as tall as the Empire State Building. I didn't want to become attached, because I saw what happens when you do that. They only hurt you.

That wasn't all, oh no. My mother soon got hooked up with another guy and boom, a baby girl was born.

I think what hurt the most was the look in her eyes when she saw her. I knew she never looked at me like that.

The jerk at the bar appeared to be my new dad and I wasn't a big fan, especially when I caught him throwing out some of mom's wedding photos from her first marriage.

That was all that I had left of my father. I turned rabid and screamed and kicked the man until he ripped them up to shreds and dragged me to my room by my hair.

I had cried for hours until I finally fell asleep.

My life hasn't gotten any better since then. My third year of high school was coming up and we were moving. My mom didn't care that I would be leaving my job.

My four other sisters were happy with the move so she was too.

According to her, she didn't have a son.

And me? I didn't have a family.